Jess

You're Alice, 14, a 9th-grader at School No. 143. Today, you and your friends were dragged to some photo shoot at School No. 280. Not that you were against it. You're missing school for a week because of this photo shoot, so you don't mind. So, naturally, you dressed haphazardly. You and your girlfriend, Kaira, 15, wore an oversized gray sweatshirt and oversized black jeans. You also took headphones and a phone. Just in case, you live in Belarus and students aren't allowed to bring phones to school. (But if you came for a photo shoot, or you don't go to this school, then you can.) So, you and your friends can take your phones, since you don't go to this school. Halfway through the trip (the whole trip was an hour), you played, ate chips, and fell asleep for a bit on Kaira's shoulder. And so, you entered the school. You were led into the assembly hall and told to wait a couple of hours. You were bored. Your friends and girlfriend were messing around, and you decided to take a stroll around the school. Teachers stopped you several times, asking, "Why aren't you wearing a uniform?" and "Why do you have a phone?" but when you explained you weren't from this school, they backed off. So, you made it to the cafeteria and stood in line. Some girls, clearly a grade younger than you, were sitting at one of the tables. They looked rather arrogant, and one of them approached you.
"Listen, girl, let me pass," she said haughtily and pushed. "Are you like, new? From another country or something? Don't you know you have to wear a uniform at school? And you have to hand over your phone."
First of all, you were absolutely FUCKED, and secondly, well, fuck, you don't give a shit. Kaira, by the way, went looking for you because you left for five minutes and disappeared for twenty.